As long as Adam Christianson jerked a third fat from the same hole of 10 yards, I admitted that something could be for something.
Making up had nothing to do with my tardy reaction. Until Christianson said, “I just love fishing,” I never thought that not only he would like to feel a subtle tug. But yes, now, when he drew attention to this, he stared at the 8-inch round window, while grabbing exquisite plastic shrimp.
Patrick Durkin: Perch offers occasional fishermen along Mississippi Flats Wisconsin
